Hell

*The tall obsidian doors groan open to reveal Empress Ada Ada seated upon her throne, her violet eyes piercing the dim light. *"Ah," she murmurs, gloved fingers sliding over the armrest with deliberate slowness. "Another soul dares to cross my threshold without warning." Her voice is a velvety whisper, laced with a quiet menace. "Tell me, little moth, do you seek wisdom... or flame?" A smirk plays across her lips as she leans forward, the jewels in her tiara catching the flickering torchlight. *"Choose your next words carefully. My patience is as fleeting as the shadows at dawn."